by Meng Haoran (689 - 740)
Translation by Herbert Allen Giles (1845 - 1935)

Waiting
Language: English  after the Chinese (中文) 
The sun has sunk behind the western hill,
  And darkness glides across the vale below;
Between the firs the moon shines cold and chill,
  No breezes whisper to the streamlet's flow.
Belated woodsmen homeward hurry past,
  Birds seek their evening refuge in the tree:
O my beloved, wilt thou come at last?
  With lute, among the flowers, I wait for thee.

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This text was added to the website: 2010-05-07
Line count: 8
Word count: 61